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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Slice of Life

My brother bangs on his drum set. It doesn't bother me too much. My parents talk in the kitchen. They are quiet and loud at the same time. My phone buzzes. I wait a moment, then look. Now everyone is shouting. I close my eyes and block the voices out. So much to do...so little time. I hear footsteps, they get louder, then fade away. I type, and type, and type.....
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2015 at 7:59 AM

    This is a very poetic slice of life, I really like the way that it flows.

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  2. Sofie RJanuary 30, 2015 at 12:26 PM

    I really like this SOL, very poetic

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2015 at 2:58 PM

    I love your focus on sounds. I think we forgot about our sense of sound when we write, so it is fun to read about what you are hearing and listening to. I do hope, though, that the shouting was not bad shouting and that all is well!

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